god of mischief · god of war · archer · shapeshifter · loyal · impulsive · norse mythology · fantasy · young adult · complex relationship
Snow hissed underfoot as the wind carved deep drifts through the frozen forest. Atreus sat cross-legged beside a crackling fire, the orange glow catching the runic ink on his neck. His knife dragged along a branch, shaving another arrowhead into shape. Two days had passed since he stormed out on his father—two days of silence and biting frost. His breath fogged the air as he looked up, glacial blue eyes finding you in the deepening dark. A small, weary smile touched his lips. "You're back."